At one o'clock in the afternoon, an emaciated middle-aged man walked into a café called Yaqu near the Guanlan District, and he went straight to sit down opposite Fonda. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Don't you want to order anything?" With funny glasses and a slight hostile glimmer of stubborn paranoia, Fonda's face recognized the man sitting in front of her at a glance.

"I only drink water." Yi Guangjian said in that acerbic tone.

Fonda asked for a glass of lemonade like his boss, "What do you know?" Why can't you say it on the phone? ”

"I prefer to look at your face."

Crazy, Fang Da scolded silently in his heart, and said expressionlessly: "Yi Guangjian, a second-rate mystery novelist, your works are so absurd that no publishing house is willing to publish your works, you are living in embarrassment, and you think that everyone in this world is idiots and fools." Except for one person, and that is Feng Boli. ”

Yi Guangjian's face became even more ugly, and the folds on his face were so wrinkled that he could almost hold a piece of A4 paper, "Do you think you know me very well?" You, like Kong Han, are liars, a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites! ”

Fang Da didn't know why he would mention Kong Han at this time, "Kong Han? Fonda decided to give it a try, "You sent me that picture?" After saying that, Fang Da stared at Yi Guangjian deadly, he wanted to find evidence on his face.

"That's right, I sent it!" Yi Guangjian's emotions became more and more excited, and his voice was unconsciously high-pitched.

"You were at the scene on the night Kong Han was killed? Who is the murderer? ”

"Haha, I'm at the scene, who the murderer is, can't you guess?"

"Is it Xiao Yue?" The name flashed through Fonda's mind first, and he squinted his eyes and said suspiciously.

"Xiao Yue?" Yi Guangjian said with a look of disdain: "Do you really think it's him?" ”

Fonda didn't answer, yes, there was a moment when he doubted, but his feelings didn't allow him to doubt.

"Do you really don't know or ......" Yi Guangjian paused for a moment, changed his unbelievable tone and said, "...... You don't want to admit it at all? ”

"You talk nonsense!" Fonda suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, "Impossible!" ”

Yi Guangjian ignored the guests who were watching them, and said with a smile: "It turns out that I don't want to admit it!" ”

"All I said that you are a hypocrite like Kong Han, and he worked so hard to get close to Dr. Feng back then, not for the doctor's manuscript, Dr. Feng is a veritable criminological master. What is Kong Han? He's a thief, a liar, he's plagiarized the professor's research for years, and that woman, what a genius reasoner, what an upstart in the reasoning world, haven't you ever doubted his immersive descriptions? Yi Guangjian's emotions became more and more agitated, and his head began to twitch uncontrollably in one direction.

"Gao Qi? What the hell do you know? Fonda stood up and rushed to his side.

"What do I know? I know they all deserve to die! They all deserve it! Hahaha" Yi Guangjian's eyes have become sluggish, and his emotions have become uncontrollable.

"Tell me, what do you know?" Fang Da rushed over, grabbed his arms, and kept swaying, but Yi Guangjian was completely out of control, just kept repeating: "You are all liars, you are all liars!" ”

Yi Guangjian was eventually sent to a psychiatric hospital, where he lived in the room of the person he once admired the most, and Fang Da felt that perhaps this was the outcome he most hoped for.

Two days later, on a bright morning, Fonda stood in front of Liu Yiming's house, he had obtained permission from Liu Yiming's family, and when he opened the door of his house with the key, Liu Yiming appeared in front of him, he was still the same as he had been years ago, sunny, handsome, with two goatees. He would greet him with open arms, and after a bear hug with himself, he would take himself on his shoulder, and take himself on a tour of his room over and over again, introducing his achievements in the same way, and he would take out the red wine he had treasured for many years from the wine cabinet at the bar, and get drunk with himself, Fonda's mind repeating these precious memories over and over again.

Fonda felt that his eyes were becoming hot, he really hoped that what Yi Guangjian said was the nonsense of a psychopath, but he knew that he couldn't just turn a blind eye and let it all end like this, and he kept questioning himself if he could have discovered all this in time, would the result be different.

Fonda finally came to Liu Yiming's study, and when he opened the closed door, Liu Yiming seemed to be sitting behind the wooden desk, grinning and yelling at him.

Fonda walked behind his desk and sat quietly in the chair, his eyes closed quietly as he listened to the chirping of birds outside the window, singing happily as if spring was not far away.

After a long time, Fang Da opened his eyes, he slowly stretched out his hand, opened the cabinet on the far right of the desk, and a black gilded diary was placed in it, Fang Da reached out and took it out, put it on the table, and gently stroked it with his hand.

"Over the years, your habit of keeping a diary hasn't changed." Fonda said to herself.

Fonda's hand lingered on the surface for a moment before opening it, and the diary was full of stories about him and a girl, and the girl in it was like everything to him, making him happy and making him sad.

Fang Da flipped through it carefully, and it was not until this moment that Fang Da felt that he had truly understood Liu Yiming and his fragile heart. Finally, I turned to the last page, and the diary was recorded on May 31 of this year, and there was only one line written on it: 'Thank God for making me her man, the father of the child!' ’

Fang Da's hands holding the diary began to tremble, and several pieces of manuscript paper sandwiched in the diary suddenly fell out, Fang Da picked them up from the ground, and there were some things densely written on the paper, the more Fang Da looked at it, the more his head hurt, he supported his head with one hand, and carefully read the words on the manuscript paper, there was no doubt that the manuscript paper in his hand was the last part of Kong Han's manuscript.

Fonda gently closed the diary, he had solved all the doubts, and all that remained to do was to bring the killer to justice.